Chapter 20 #2
“Oh fuck...” he hisses. “Your greedy pussy wants it all, baby…”
I don’t get a chance to protest before he bears down, pushing more than his tip inside me. Malcolm’s hard cock sinks deeper into my pussy, stretching me with its invasion.
He’s shaking and groaning, his hot, heavy breathing puffing against my neck. His bigger body pins me to the floor so I can’t move or stop him. He retreats a little then pushes even deeper and my fingernails dig into his sides.
“Mal… ngh… it’s too much…” I groan, my eyes squeezed shut.
“I know, baby…” He grunts with every stab as he struggles to fit himself inside me. “You’re so goddamn… ngh… tiny down there… but you can do it… you can take it all…”
My cries grow louder as he humps into me, gradually filling me until his pelvis is pressed right to mine. I took it all like he said I could, but it’s more than I’ve ever endured. My pussy strains to accept being overwhelmed by something so large, rigid, and thick.
“Jesus… fuck...” he groans as he retreats partway then presses into me again. We groan in unison. “Babygirl… you’re fucking incredible…”
Malcolm and I have finally crossed that ultimate taboo line. We’re having sex. He rocks his hips, slow and gentle, his cock sliding in and out of me at a languid pace. He’s trying to be considerate and get me accustomed to taking him, but I’m breathless every time he sinks all the way inside me.
The more he moves, the easier it becomes to accept him. Malcolm’s hard thickness buried in my pussy soothes the frustration I carried all week. It’s exactly what I needed, exactly what I wanted even though I fought so hard against it.
My legs spread wide on either side of him, I slip my hands to his lower back and silently encourage him to fuck me. He groans, bending to steal a hungry kiss from me.
“Such a good girl,” he growls, dropping a kiss on my chin. “You took this dick like a champ and now you want more, don’t you?”
Heat floods my face and I nod.
“Say it let me hear,” he demands even as his pace increases. “Tell me what you want me to do to you.”
“Fuck me… fuck me harder, Mal…”
He groans as he moves his hips faster, his slow strokes becoming quicker, harder thrusts. He raises himself and grips my waist while he pumps into me.
I should’ve been careful what I begged for. His big dick pounding my pussy is a whole new overwhelming experience. The stretch is relentless but, god, it feels fucking amazing.
I’ve never been crammed so deliciously full, never enjoyed all the sensitive spots inside me stroked at once until now. My eyes squeezed shut, I cling to Malcolm’s arms, gasping and moaning in sinful pleasure as he fucks me.
“Oh… yes… ohhh… don’t stop…”
“No, baby… I…” Thrust. “…won’t…” Thrust. “…stop.” Thrust. “You’re getting it all… all of me.”
My breasts bounce from our fucking, his fingers dig into my waist, our flesh slapping together mixed with our moans. Sweet tension tightens my body, growing stronger with every plunge of Malcolm’s cock inside me.
I’m panting, straining for it. He slips a hand between us and rubs my clit, pitching me over the edge into bliss.
“Mal... ohhhh... I’m coming...”
Malcolm groans, his body trembling as he fucks me through my orgasm. I’m shaking too, warmth spreading and sweet tingles pulsing between my legs. I gasp his name as my walls spasm around him.
He’s so thick and hard inside me that my pussy barely has room to squeeze, which makes me clench even harder, and that intensifies my pleasure.
My mind is mush and my body goes slack. My breathing is ragged as I recover from coming hard on my dad’s best friend’s cock. I’m a rag doll in his arms when he rolls us, reversing our position.
“You’re squeezing me so tight,” he groans. “You didn’t even let me go when I turned us.”
He rocks his hips, sliding his cock into me at a much gentler pace. I moan and roll my hips to accept him. He sweeps his hands down my back then cups and squeezes my ass possessively.
“Sit up and give me a ride, sweetheart.”
My face warms as I lift myself upright, pressing my knees into the carpet on either side of his hips. A faint mischievous smile curves his lips. He loves teasing me. I’ve been the one protesting against and resisting this the most. Yet, here I am, loving every second, and he knows it.
I plant my hands on his chest and we groan together as I roll my hips, sliding myself on his hard length.
“Mmh… you’re filling up my pussy so good, Mal.” I close my eyes and moan shamelessly, loving how fantastic it feels to sink down onto his thickness. “Your cock is the best. I love taking it deep.”
“Fuck…” he rasps, squeezing my ass again. “That’s the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever heard in my life…”
My filthy words clearly have an effect. He grabs my hips and takes control, bouncing me on his cock while he thrusts up inside me. I can barely move. The most I can do is moan and accept him filling me over and over again.
His grip on my hips tightens. He’s harder than ever, throbbing inside me as he drives his hips upward. He’s shaking, his thrusts urgent, low groans rumbling in his chest. Then he wraps his arms around me and slows down until he stops moving.
“You feel too good…” he groans. “It’s driving me crazy…”
Malcolm pulls me down for another scorching kiss that I eagerly return. He caresses my shoulders, slides his hands down my back, cups my ass and squeezes it while he groans into my mouth.
His hips resume movement, his cock sliding in and out of me at a leisurely pace. My hands in his hair, I rock my body down to meet his thrusts.
Malcolm sits upright and peels off my tank top. He removes his shirt next and I sweep my hand over his broad, muscular chest in admiration.
He caresses my back as he worships other parts of my body with his mouth. I cling to his shoulders and continue moving on his cock as he trails kisses down my neck.
He tilts me back to kiss a path from my chest to my right nipple, sucking it greedily, his tongue swirling around it. His possessive caress explores my body and he moves his head to my other breast to suckle it too. I moan, my pussy squeezing around him as his warm mouth tugs my flesh.
He slips his mouth off my breast and presses his warm forehead to mine, squeezing my waist, then he lies back and pulls me off his cock.
“I’ve been craving my favourite snack all week. Sit on my face and let me taste it.”
I stare down at him in shock.
“I’ve never done that.”
No other man has ever asked me to do that either.
He licks his lips. “Today is the first of many.”
I cautiously shuffle forward. It’s no different than lying on my back, but I’m embarrassed being above him with my pussy in his face.
When I look down, Malcolm’s hungry expression eases the tension in my body. He grabs my thighs and pulls me lower until my pussy is flush to his mouth.
He parts his lips and gives me a firm, slow lick. I gasp and shudder, the shock of stimulation making me buck my hips and grind my pussy on his mouth.
“Oh…” I moan.
As Malcolm eagerly laps my pussy from below, my self-consciousness totally disappears. I grip his head and widen my thighs, grinding my pussy on his mouth.
The filthy wet sounds as he licks and sucks me fill the living room, along with my moans. He moves his hands up and down my thighs, his groans rumbling through me.
He slides his tongue over my seam, parting me. I cry out when he devotes his full attention to my clit, sucking my button while he laps it. My walls clench with pleasure.
“Oh, Mal… yes… right there…”
I tilt my head back. Oh my god. This is incredible. It is different than when I’m on my back. With gravity forcing me down onto Malcolm’s skillful tongue, every sensation is amplified.
“Mmh… so fucking good…” he groans. “Can’t get enough of this sweet pussy…”
He stabs his tongue up inside me and I cry out, bucking my hips and gripping his hair tighter. He should be worried. There’s a small chance I might get carried away and rip strands from his scalp.
He tongue-fucks me, then slides it back up to my clit to lap it again. Despite my grip on his head, he still manages to move it side to side and back and forth, enjoying his snack to the fullest.
I ride Malcolm’s face hard as my pleasure mounts, my thighs shake, and my body grows taut. When my orgasm finally hits, I toss my head back. My fingers twist in his hair as I gasp and shudder from mindless bliss.
“Ohhh my goood... yessss... ohhh yesss... Mal... Mal…”
Malcolm groans and tightens his hold on my thighs. He doesn’t let up, his greedy attention on my button prolonging my climax until I’m exhausted. I slump forward and plant my hands above his head on the carpet, barely holding myself up.
He pulls out from under me, flips me onto my back, and lies on top of me again. When he kisses me, I return it, tasting myself on him.
“I got so stiff while I was eating your pussy, sweetheart,” he groans against my lips, sliding his cock along between my slick thighs. “I’ll go crazy if I’m not inside you right this second.”
He doesn’t need to guide himself into me. It’s a waterfall between my legs. With a slight adjustment of his hips, his cockhead is at my entrance, pushing into me, his hard length sliding deep.
He kisses me and raises himself so he could piston his cock into me. His hungry gaze trained on my chest, he fondles my breast, then moves his hand to my sternum.
Malcolm just made sweet love to me with his mouth. Now he holds me down and beats his thick cock into my poor little pussy like it insulted him. His thrusts are hard, fast, and relentless, vigorously shaking me, pulling gasping moans from my parted lips.
I raise my legs, squeezing them around his flexed thighs to accept it all. I’ve never known what it felt like to be a fuck doll until now, and my pussy loves its destruction.
“This pussy is mine,” he growls. “You’re mine. Say it.”
“I’m yours…” I gasp immediately. “My pussy is yours…”